steam asylum

clockwork heart
beats and whirs
scalpel fingers
titanium spurs
tiffany lenses
rainbow eyes
steaming valves
sulphur skies

arabesque is brittle
she collects his spittle
in bell jars of ancient glass
sealed with valves of brass
he reciprocates
storing her tears of hate
in little silvers vials
that power system dials

lubricated slick
old joints rust
creaking slowly
in their lust
masks of death
industrial hurt
nano-spiders
in the dirt

arabesque is dark
she generates a single spark
that explodes into life
on the sharp edge of her knife
he bleeds age old motor oil
as his engine starts to boil
bubbles bursting from his lips
passion gently drips

chains tighten
gears engage
gasses burst out
from the gauge
the needles spike
azrael sighs
the Seraphim
exhales and dies